Oh uhI see fingers, hands and shades of facesReachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised landI hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin'Oh, Lord, please give us a helpin' handYeah yeah

Way down in the backgroundI can see frustrated souls of cities burnin'And all across the water, babyI see weapons barkin' out the sting of deathAnd up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs jumpin' themselvesLaughin' they sayin'Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess

Back in the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drinkI can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floorBut as far as I know, they may even try To wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell meBrother sell me, and don't worry about lookin' at the scoreYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah